Pity To Them Who Know PettyA Poem by Elvin Ecarma RuizI wrote this poem when I had a row with someone I'm not very acquainted with. She just started talking nonsense, and when she saw I didn't get any of what she said, she said I knew less than she did.As xyloid gray
matters proliferate, Vicissitudes of vagabonds perpetuate. Roots could never be unearthed to the
edge, Even by verve wits vivifying knowledge.
Yonder is an evil
root of a wicked tree, Viz the Yoke of Ignorance " in jubilee " Conceived from a zarebu " of what? " Of a wad of nonsense; think of that!
Virtuosos, under
the umbra, are held captive By swarming unscrupulous, haughty
idiots; nonetheless, active. Vexation, then, is what they deserve; They, who vituperate through virulent vitriol
with no reserve.
Your endearments
enshrined my heart, But confined was the word; liar! Thou
art. Your words, the soothsayer states Are all but sophisms that you dictate.
Woe to them who
knew not " oh, what? " What a vademecum is, and not just that; Add to it a wisp of worthlessness " to
yearn " Worsened by a core of unwillingness " to
learn. © 2014 Elvin Ecarma Ruiz |
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Added on January 19, 2014 Last Updated on January 19, 2014 Tags: mean, vexed, straightforward, sympathetic AuthorElvin Ecarma RuizNo. 10-1580 Bahac St., Cogon, San Vicente, Liloan, Cebu 6002, Region VII, PhilippinesAboutHi! I'm a passionate writer and reader. I am also a student leader. I love English language and literature, and teaching it would be a noble profession. I love to be around people and make friends, an.. more..Writing
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